"Thank you and keep up the good job and KEEP SMILING AND GIVING IT YOUR VERY BEST SERVICE!!! :)"

I sent the guy an email to ask him all professional like to give me more money, and it was pretty successful. But I'm starting to wonder why I'm only now noticing that this 60+ year old is actually a cartoon dad.

He plants excess seasonal decorations all over the cafe for every season. This summer includes a giant pink sail with an attached cat toy bauble placed so close to the door that it keeps hitting customers in the face.

During the unnecessarily two-hour long quarterly staff meetings, Coffee Boss insists on buying excess amounts of cookies and pizza so that there's enough for seconds and triples. And also leftovers to stick in the fridge for our breaks.

The recent opening of a Starbucks next door put him into a dour and foreboding mood. Just say, "Oh wow. A Starbucks, eh?" and he'll get this grim look on his face, like we're about to brace for a meteor impact.

If you're unlucky, or lucky, enough to have him around on your shifts, he'll hover just out of the corner of your eye as you prepare a drink. As soon as it's handed over, he suddenly appears next to you and gushes to the customer about how great you are, and "oh look at that latte art isn't it amazing? Gee, saltysoil, the subtle care and attention you put shows MILES of what a great human being you are :)" And ffs none of the shit that comes out of his mouth is disingenous or not embarrassing.

It's either cartoon dad or he is the embodied spirit of friendly cartoon neighbours.

Everything I assumed was completely wrong. Gonna make a draw thing about how completely off I was, because I was really really off. Also, I didn't expect to be so angry nearly every episode. I want season 2.

I was going through my drawing files, looking for mostly blank canvases to re-purpose since there's no sense in not wasting available white space. Otherwise I end up consolidating multiple files via copy and paste AUGH. Total fun.

Anywho, while futzing around one of these old drawings I can barely remember, I accidentally spewed out what I imagine Profesora Chorizo Trenza, Dr. Salchicha's mentor figure looks like.• She ties her thick and flowing locks in a braid as a method of making sure she never kills an enemy and potential ally in a fight. kind of like how the legendary Pepperouni Hamshin had a butter knife forged DULL WAYS

• Her signature strand technique is the Follicoil

I think I'm actually giving some serious thought as to where a very meta shounen tale of action hero food people with bdsm undertones might actually go lately :|a

In between dying and working through two very different shops' xmas atmospheres, I needed to call up my best friend Hallmark. Except they charged too much, so I broke it off and met up with a reliable Carlton.

Even got the author's permission, and now I'm prepared to mortify the world and be an official member of podfic fandom! Yay!

And I'm totally into it, and reading the shit out of this fic while I record it with Audacity in the background window. I pause for a breath and alt+tab myself there to see how long I've been essentially talking to myself for.

what

Whoa. That can't be right. If my mic is broken, that'd really, REALLY suck!Maybe I should check to make sure the usb cord is actually—

I just want to be able to scrape off all my personal information, cookies, sessions, whatever and just make a clean run of that teen wolf hunt game. It would be nice is all, not to have those weird freezes or whatever. Just saying, because I kind of really, definitely, love all this extra meta I'm getting.

oh god i'm actually playing that thing. i can't believe I made a separate facebook for this because i don't want irl folk to ever know.

To Do By Next Wednesday • Update that portal kink archive. Oh dear. • Scan sketchbooks and figure out whether I want to tumblr, dA, or crosspost it. • Limit all that to an hour a day after class & a couple hours on the weekend.

A good day to start becoming burly-armed. Because the sun is all shining. Some bird won't stop chattering. The garden's going to be beautiful. These are good and totally related reasons to work out my arms. Winter fat's getting kicked out of the awesome apartment that is my body, and the new tenant will be muscles.

Also I want to be able to move the fridge without being reminded of how feeble I am when I want to clean behind it. That too.

I have come into a lot of free time lately for bizarre reasons relating to work imploding on my face, so I ended up watching Venture Bros up till the S4 finale in one go. Holy crap. Between this, Adventure Time, MLP, and Sym-Bionic Titan, I really hate Canadian cable for not getting the license to broadcast them (yet?). My sister did buy me the first season of VB though, so I guess it's fair that I can least get those here. Still, deconstruction of genres is basically one of my favourite themes in just about any media, and there's so much love leaking out this cartoon too, and the voice work hnnnnngh. Would that last season count as a reconstruction? I really should have watched it sporadically though, because I'm in that weird buzz state where I need to consume all information related to a series I just finished, and I must talk to someone about it even it means reviving old dead forum posts or bothering meatspace wizards into watching it so I can demand, "OMG this thing entertained me. Now that you watched it, validate my strong feelings for it."

Also got these new contacts. Why the crap didn't I ever consider wearing them before until now? Aside from my beady eyes being noticeable for being beady, it's kinda cool to not have to push up a pair of frames when I need to look up and stare at the sun shit in the sky. Just got to remember to put some eyeliner on so my eyes don't look so small; my hipster frames cheated that for me most of the time.

I had a rival when I was in elementary school. For the latter four years, he and I were math and science rivals striving to get the better grade over the other. We were the "smart kids," this distinction is hardly special if you are friendly about it. When you are in elementary, in a class of barely thirty students, of course there is no challenge to be deemed a smart kid. You even have an advantage if you wear glasses. I remember quite clearly when I announced to half our class that the other smart kid was my rival and that I would beat him on our next division test. It's true that I only said it to make everyone laugh—self-fashioned wit and apparent encouragement from my peers did much for my ego—but I was serious and determined about declaring a rival. Not only was I so proud of knowing what the term "rival" meant, I was excited to add it to my lexicon of "words that make me sound smart and badass." I probably picked up the word from a Redwall book or a videogame.

If I recall correctly, he did acknowledge and accept our rivalry, but I am very sure that he was capable of being patronising at the age of seven. I would not understand that word until I was twelve, and used to adults doing this all of the time. It was fun though, and at the very least gave me some study habits so I would keep up with him. Too bad I stopped having an affinity for the sciences, math, and anything very analytical.

Now that I'm all nostalgic, I would love to have a rival right now, although I really don't know what we would be rivals in. I'm older, in college, and among what seems to be a mass of intellectuals and talented artists. It's hard to feel remarkable about what little I have accomplished when the biggest thing is simply being here. Even that guy who humored me as a kid is aiming for a job with the RCMP, whereas my goal is permanently set to "just make some money, maybe graduate, and don't forget to chillax." I don't think I could even attract competition for it. Sure, yet another friend to cheer me on and uplift whatever spirits are low is always appreciated. But having someone who I want to be better than, and gloat about it is far more appealing. Which is also pretty terrible and mean when I think about it. That's not very nice, and it's kind of very self-aggrandizing. But it would be so much more interesting than chillaxing.

I exchanged my graveyard shifts for graveyard easia 101 readings where I hunch over a monitor in the dark. Some of these pdf's are 40 pages long and we're expected to print these out every now and then for "discussion sessions." I think I'll just get a netbook to cut the cost of a new printer and ink.

Dumping a few doodles I found while organizing some folders. Not sure whether to crosspost any of this to communties or dA, or just leave in a scrap pile on my hard drive. There were also quite a few other things, but they look too unfinished to bother at the moment. Like. Unfinisheder in comparison.

Oh wow. I went to work sad because I actually thought one of Happy Harbor's stores had to close for financial reasons or whatnot. Because I made a brief stop to the tea shop nearby, I figured I would just stop at that particular store and get something to read. I ended up standing around like a confused, sad person for a good two minutes in front of the shop's "FOR LEASE"d windows. They actually only just relocated a block away back in April. News to me since I usually just go the branch that's closer to where I live, rather than the one near work.

What's worse is that I actually walked past the new store on my way back without realizing it until I visited their website looking for answers and comfort.

Seriously though, Happy Harbor is a beautiful place, and it would definitely be worth being depressed over if they stopped existing. They are really cool folks.

Also, that dog Finland and Sweden have in APH can kill itself.( Read more... )

My drawer sounds like it's falling apart. I'm certain that I wasn't dreaming about the /crack/ I woke up to. When I get back from work, maybe I'll unstuff it of the backlog of games to play. Some papers are falling around the place due to furnace winds (what else do you call wind generated from a windowless room?). This is irking me because I'm a heavy sleeper. I'm a bit worried that I'll sleep through a tornado or earthquake—like an uncle of mine once did back in Zacapa—but only be jumpy enough to wake when my possessions get crushed along with me. Ah, priorities. I need to grow up.

At least it's not rats or ghosts making the noise. I almost thought it was until I remembered that the first one can't penetrate this province's borders.

On the topic of ghosts, I had no idea that the city had a pair (a couple I should say) of paranormal investigators. They're adorable. And a younger paranormal society (their website has flash now. AMAAAAZING). They meet up at the Where Faeries Live shop. I get books and incense from there, so I'm kind kind surprised it took me this long to even figure out societies hung out around them. Still, I wonder if it'd be okay to just drop in on a meeting when I finally have a day off. I don't have anything extraordinary to contribute on my end, but I'd really like to hear about local's experiences, opinions, and whatnot.

Also, I finally got Left 4 Dead 2. It's nice. Nothing particularly noteworthy about it other than new special infected, but it's nice. I mean, the first game's idea was simple enough to grasp. Get from point A to point B, don't die, don't let everyone else die, escape after two tanks, you win hooray. There's not much to really expand on that in my opinion. But it's nice.

I hate playing online though. Admittedly I'm not a good player, but I'm not an incapable one. It's like it's an almost binary group: you're either amazing or awful. The former's intimidating, and the latter is frustrating to work with. Somehow I run into both and they're always very serious to the point of advocating that having fun is a bad thing. I think it's probably about time I actually made friends on Steam. It's lonely.

I'm getting old. At least, I'm feeling that way around most coworkers and peers. Age gap ain't pretty and I'm debating whether or not to pull that "tee hee you can't ask a lady her age" shtick if I'm asked. Skating around issues that aren't really issues; awwww yeah.

Also, I'm putting off the mandatory two science classes until I remember the highschool stuff. I miss being a nerd. What happened?

Spring is my favourite season. Fall vies closely for that spot due to the advantage of being able to wear scarves for the entirety of it. But spring is especially awesome in that I don't have to mistake the crunch of leaves under my boot for a pile of dead beetles.

The weather's lovely enough to wear a sweater outside, and it's not so wam as to dare me to run in the nude. Also, if I'm murdered and dumped in a ditch, I don't have to worry about my body having to be discovered months after winter's snow melts. Just that the relative moisture may decay my body beyond quick identification.

But I seriously hate my on/off allergies to the dust and flying seed things being picked up by the wind and my face. I might just seriously be sick with something—my chest and throat have been sore for a week now. I'm betting on allergies though. My eyes have been watering the moment I stepped outside to grab the mail, and my mucous shares the viscosity of water. Standing up to get a bowl of cereal, only to have a sudden and unexpected torrent of tears and nose fluids fall into my humble meal is not a great way to start my day. The sneezing fits would be fun if I didn't risk accidentally assaulting someone per spasm.

I'm going to investigate those meds they sell for this kind of thing. Some sedatives would also be nice to calm my growing irritation.

Also, happy St. Patrick's Day. I only just realized it's today, but I'm already wearing a green shirt. Mysterious. I'd claim I'm a tenth Irish or something because my great grandma was a red head, but that's just dumb. Happy drinking, snake smashing, or whatever it is people do today.